Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1887-12-01

come here and make scene instead of COM
ing TO show me this ridiculous affair that we
might both laugh over it. Do you know |
am almost vexed with you, you naughty
boyf
Raymond was so ashamed for her that he
hid his face.
"And you say nothing, instead Of asking
my pardon. You are a wicked and migrate
full son, for you have nothing to reproach me
with. / have been tender and good TO you
and have always loved you with four fold
affection, even SO much that scarcely had
any left for your brother"
$50 you still denyi'
unhappy child Why should deny such
an atrocious accusationa / even ought not
listen to you, but cannot let you believe so
horrible thing
Raymond took the accusing letter from his
pocket and gave it to her. She tried to read
it. Then he said coldly;
slave you read itf'
ooh, my poor boy. /, your motherr' Then
she continued wildly: ~ must tell you.
There is no word of that true. 1t was a
mans vengeance, not womans. That
man tried to make me love him.
"Whol Laroquel"
mo, the other, Luversanm
''You just pretended not to know himP
II lied, did know him; he avowed his
love; he was violent, brutal, capable of any
thing, and was afraid of him, but repulsed
him and he kept his word and revenged him
self, as you can see, since your father died
believing me guilty"
"Falsehoodsl Falsehoods Do YOU think
my father would have believed so base an
accusation, an anonymous one, too, had he
not had other reasonsl No, he remembered.
and he was convinced and died without hay-
ing been able TO curse you.D
raymond what wild imagination has
taken possession of yous Return to your
mother You are frightful, with your hor-
rid stories"
Mother, father had written things which
show me that he had suspected"
at is false tell you, false! How you
SANDER in accusing your mother Do you
think of that, RaymondP
And that is not all, mother. Do you re-
member the day | showed you a photograph
on the back Of which were the dates of Roger
Laroque's arrest and condemnation, and
also the day of Larouettes murder and the
hourl You told me then a story which
might have accounted for all that, but that
discovered beyond doubt that that was
Roger Laroque's photograph Oh you were
well revenged You pierced the photograph
even as you pierced the originals heart.D
She knew now she was lost She had even
no strength left to frame new lies and she
abandoned herself and threw herself upon
the floor, where she writhed in sobs and gasp
ing groans, but no tears came to relieve her.
She crawled to his knees, and gasped: "My
son, my son, do not curse me- Pardon me.
You are on the threshold of life and know
nothing of its passions. ! avow you were not
deceived. You know the truth, but obi do
not curse me for it. IL would be horrible
from you, whom ] have so loved Oh, Raw
mond, my son, see how l supplicate you.
have repented so bitterly. If | could have
undone the past; hut | am only woman
and l could not deliver myself up to justice,
ON account of my children. One must not
demand Of mothers more than they can do
As soon as the crime was done | would will
lingly have died, but loved you SO well that
hushed my conscience and hoped that by
an austere and devoted mothers life might
buy my pardon. But chastisement has over
taken me, and alas, by the hand of my dear
est child.
"What would you have me do7" she CON
tinued. "Raymond, soon-very soon-I shall
be no longer with you, for l feel my death
approaching
"And only wish to die" said Raymond.
"And your IL arfiage!"
slow can you speak of it nowa How can
the daughter of Roger the Shameful mate
with the son of her who condemned him to
that unmerited shameg"
"Another victim; another ones life upon
my conscience. Oh, God, how manyi La
rouette, Henriette, Lucien, Suzanne; Roger,
too, for he will die of grief for his childl'
cried she, wringing her hands.
add my name, too, mother, for without
her l have no lifen
"Oh, Raymond kill mel Crush me like
some yenemous reptile. Kill me, kill mel"